“I pushed you too far. I got…swept up in the moment.”
“I didn’t say balloon?”
“I would’ve stopped if you had, but still, I should’ve realised how close you were to blacking out.” Thomas swallowed. “I got greedy with you. I’m sorry.”
“I feel like I’ve been run over, repeatedly.”
“Not over, butthrough. Run through.”
Scott wetted his lips. “Did I fill your beaker?”
“Yes.”
Scott shivered with pride, and Thomas chuckled.
“What are you going to do with my cum?”
“That’s for me to know.”
Scott snorted softly. “It’s definitely not going to be vanilla.”
“I imagine it’s cum-flavoured unless you’re superhuman.”
“Ha. Funny.” Scott tried to sit up, but Thomas pushed him down by the shoulder.
“You’re not ready for that yet,” Thomas murmured.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re still too weak.”
“Weak?”
“Scott,” Thomas said sharply. “I’m effortlessly pinning you to my leg right now, don’t embarrass yourself by trying to sit up.”
Scott scoffed, then tried and failed, thumping down hard on Thomas’s thigh.
“I hurt.”
“And it’s no wonder, some of the shapes your body contorted into during that. At times, it looked more like an exorcism.”
Scott shut his eyes. The brief excursion of trying to sit up had made the room spin. “Fuck. You.”
“I just did.”
Scott groaned at the headache throbbing at his temples.
“There, there,” Thomas murmured, then resumed stroking Scott’s hair. It was damp against Scott’s forehead, and when he breathed, he could smell his sweat in the air.
“What are you reading?” Scott asked.
Thomas hummed. “Kingston Zoo is closing. They’re getting rid of the animals, but they’re older, unwanted, and there’s a sad-looking lion called Norman who’s tugging on my heartstrings.”
“A lion.”
“I’d have to see what licences I’ll need and permits. He’s quite old, has arthritis and high blood pressure. The alternative is he’s euthanised, which doesn’t seem fair to me.”
“But you don’t have an enclosure.”
